I've Just Discovered I Can't Be Forklift Certified For At Least Three Years.

"Please! Don't leave me again!"

"I died. Do you think I had a choice in the matter?!"

Today we got to help a couple out with yard work, mostly involving raking up leaves, unfortunately, it was raining. So, ya. That was fun. The second I got home I layed down on the couch and passed out for two hours. Yay.

Bone Apple Tea

I have been horrifically inspired; I take full credit and no responsibility for what I say next.

You know how people purposefully mispronounce Bon apatite as bone apple tea? Here me out.

If you were to actually make it, how would you? How do you think it would taste? I have just spent the past half hour thinking about this, and now you will too.

I think I've thought up two generic ways to make it.

Number one. Boil apple peels, and bones in water. I'd do peels because it's the easiest part to boil, and this is tea, not apple juice, so the flesh isn't an option. Also, we're staying away from the core because I'd rather not poison anyone. As for the bones, I'd just buy fried chicken or turkey and take the bones out and use those. Not only because it's precooked, and again, we're avoiding making people sick, but also because the fat, thus the flavor has been cooked into the bones.

Number two. The Poorman's version. Boil equal parts broth, apple juice, and water. Fun fact! People often times boil bones to make broth, so I think this is a proper substitute. I'd again use either chicken or turkey broth for this, not only are these probably cheaper, but I think the flavors would mesh well, or as well as they can. I think the apple juice is self-explanatory, and although I'd aim for 100%, if watered down is cheaper, then by all means use it. I'd just be impressed someone would try this.

I honestly think I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't get this down. If any of you masochists are brave enough to try this, let me know how it turns out! Bon apatite!

Brb, I'm gonna go freeze to death.

I just watched The Wild Robot. I was really excited for it because I love robots, but I did not expect for it to make me cry.

The fox reminded me of the fox from The Little Prince, which also made me cry.

Then I remembered a story called The Porcupine Whose Name Didn't Matter and decided to read it because I hate myself apparently. Guess what? It made me cry.

Now I'm just sitting here, reminded of the fact I have no friends, trying not to cry.

"I crave death and sleep, but mostly sleep."

AO3 Authers are a vibe.

Online interaction I had that makes me smile for some reson:

"Does that mean there's a very killable child in the area?"

"Oh, damn. You're right....."

Me: Hey, weren't you going to take a shower today?

My sister: It's one am!?

Me, hair dripping wet with my towel still in hand:

Her:

My dad just called me into his room. I was sure I was in trouble, like majorly-screwed-grounded-till-collage kind of trouble. When I walked into the room, he handed me a full pint of key-lime ice-cream with barely a spoonful taken out of it.

I would say I'm surprised, but this is honestly like the twentieth time he's done this.

I need to stop being to paranoid.

Someone recently replied to a comment I made a while back, and I thought I'd put in here!

"This is why I want to be famous. So people have someone they can make sillie little videos about or draw pictures of. Someone they can write stories about and watch compilations of. I know some people would be uncomfortable if they found people making content about them, but I like the idea of people having someone that they talk about or that inspire them make things they're confidante enough to share it with others. Just existing could put a smile on at least one person's face, and that just seems worth it."